Ara, the only woman left alive after a plague, is searching for a way to save humanity. She thinks there isn't a man she can trust, until she meets Kaden. ***** A plague has swept over the Earth, killing the majority of the population and every female. Except one. Ara witnessed the horror and destruction, but for the last three years she has survived. Now, desperation and hunger force her out of the mountains and onto a dangerous path; across the flooded downtown and through the gangs of survivors is hope. Ara's father spoke of a clue that could save not just her, but humanity. Then she is captured by a group of men. Despite the seeming kindness of Kaden, a young man her own age, Ara doesn't know if she can trust them. Then again, there's no way she can cross the plague-ridden city on her own. Men. Monsters. Is there a difference? This is the story of The Last She. (This book contains all of The Last She Series - Book 1: The Last She, Book 2: The Last City and Book 3: The Last Creation) [[word count: 250,000-300,000 words]]

Maya, an innocent nurse, finds herself forced to accept protection from the Phantoms motorcycle gang, specifically the dangerous, irresistible biker, Jake Ford. ***** Maya has a normal life and a normal boyfriend, Sebastian. But one day she drops off a letter to a prison for a patient under her care, and finds herself being watched over by a dangerous, handsome biker. It turns out Maya is under the protection of Jake Ford, and despite her feelings for Sebastian, she can't resist the pull of Jake's strong arms, dark looks and chequered past. Soon criminals are coming after her, and Jake is the only one who can keep her safe. Will Maya hide behind her good-girl reputation, or let go and lose herself in the passionate world of Jake Ford? Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual activity, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designer: Ren T. Photographer: Michelle Lancaster Model: Jaxon Human

"You may think you're the strongest and the most feared, but I would never be scared of you." I growled while my back hit the wall. He continues to have a blank face when walking towards me. His hand goes next to my head and he leans down. I'm still glaring at him but my heart picks up just by the scent of him. "Oh, trust me. I'll make you regret those words. And I can make you scream in both ways." He growled while his hazel eyes bore into my grey ones. "And what's that. Huh?" I said while my hands went to his chest to push him away but his clamped around my wrist and pushed them to the wall. I tried to get them out of his grip but he leaned in making me growl at him. "I can either make you scream in agony or either pleasure. So don't test me." He growled. "You are mine and you would always be below of me. Don't test your Alpha." ***** Aphrodite Dike. Alpha of her own pack. Grew up as a rogue and took control of a weak pack and trained them to become the second strongest, competing to become the number one strongest pack out there. Alpha Valdus. Son of the most feared and deadliest Alpha out there. Like the saying goes; like father like son. Valdus earned the title of the strongest and the most feared alpha, and pack. He thinks women are below males, so when he hears that a girl is in charge of a pack, he wants to destroy it and watch her beg for mercy when he stares down at her when she's crawling at the floor. So, what would Aphrodite do? *COMPLETE* *BOOK TWO* *FIRST BOOK- ALPHA ALCANDER* *NOT EDITED* *READ AT YOUR OWN RISK* *MATURE CONTENT*

Melissa Crawford thinks she's just a regular teenage girl. She goes to school. She has friends, boy problems, homework...you know, the typical teenage angst. But she couldn't be more wrong, for Melissa Crawford is not a mortal. Her adoptive mortal mother refused to give her up and hired a witch to erase the enchanting Faery child's memory, not realizing that things aren't that simple. You see, when she was a little girl, Melissa promised herself forever to her Leannan Sidhe (mate), a Fae Prince, and a promise to Fae is sacred. When the Fae Prince comes back to claim what's his, nothing will get in his way. "Mortals are so arrogant. So utterly narcissistic to think that they are the only intelligence in this world, to believe their realm is the only realm, their way is the only way. "Many of you believe us fairies only exist in little kids' fairy tales. We are so much more than that. We exist, living in the Realm just a blink away from yours. A few wrong turns in the park or the forest and you're there. We sometimes walk among you, and you're not even aware of it. Believe me, we exist. Across the globe, your kind calls us and our realm by different names...but as William Shakespeare once said- a rose by any other name..."

Every year, the head chancellors of the werewolf world hold a mating ball in which they invite all the packs so they can help the moon goddess in her process. Little Rosa has just turned 19, meaning she is eligible to go to the ball. With an innocent heart as pure as gold and beauty so ethereal it is debatable whether she is even human - the excitement of meeting her mate overcomes her. She is shy, charming and rather adorable. Dante Romano is one of the most feared but respected alphas currently ruling. With a strong pack ruled with an iron fist, the sheer thought of him brings many to their knees. He is quiet, mysterious, and downright terrifying. At the age of 25, he has accomplished many things that an alpha twice his age could never and yet he longs for the sweet touch of his mate. The two are an unlikely pair, but a strong one.

"Hey there beautiful, wanna go out sometime?" He asked with a slight smirk. "With you?" I asked in a sweet voice. "Sure thing baby girl" He replied. I faced him, slightly moving closer. "You know what I really want?" I asked in a seductive tone. "Mhm?" he asked, his eyes filled with lust. I slowly leaned forward, placing my hands on his chest and leaned towards his mouth. My mouth was inches away from his and he closed his eyes as I smirked with satisfaction. It was working. Surprising everyone, I lifted my leg and kicked him were the sun don't shine. Gasps were heard throughout the hall and Chase instantly fell to the ground, holding his precious jewels. "What the fuck?!" He groaned. In a deadly sweet voice I got down to eye level. "Well now you know how it feels when you break a girls heart". I stood up and walked away. Everyone looked at me with awe stricken faces and I twirled my body around putting my hand on my hip. "By the way the names Avery Blue" I spoke loudly. Flashes of recognition crossed people's faces but Chase was the most shocked of them all. I stared at Chase straight in the eyes. "Karma's a bitch" before turning around and continuing my way to physics class. xx Avery Blue has had enough of being tormented by her classmates and leaves school to return with one agenda. To show everyone who's boss and not to mess with her. She leaves school for a term and comes back hotter than ever and also one major badass. You could say Karma's a bitch. The only thing missing on her agenda was to somehow get tangled up in a gang. No sarcastic remark will get her out of this one. xx Highest ranking: #2 in teen fiction 6/11/2016 #1 in humor 18/1/2018, thanks guys so much xx This book is completed and has now been completely edited (22/05/2020) Cover by: @beautifullyyoung Official trailer by @mizdancer

Eli didn't think much about the city's newest so-called hero, but he supposed Vigilante wasn't all that bad. Granted, he was kind of a jerk and if he ever tried to kiss Eli again he was definitely getting punched. A story about a starving college student, making a living serving coffee and the local vigilante with a crush. - - - - - - - - - Highest rank #1 in Action, Wattys 2016 winner in the Trailblazers category! Featured 6/3/2016-7/23/2017

"I don't want you to mark me" I said quickly. "Why?" he asked me, his tone seemed calm but i knew he was far from it. "I have a commitment towards my pack" I told him, hoping he'll understand but to my astonishment his eyes were dark now and he held his palms in a tight fist. "You are my mate Templar, you belong to my pack" he said in a condescending tone. My blood boiled at the tone he was using with me. Nobody talks to me like that. Nobody. "Do not use that tone with me, Everett. You are not my Alpha, I respond to-" none, i was about to say, but had to bite my tongue to change that. I was not ready to tell him that I'm the sole White Shifter, not ready to tell him I'm The Alpha of my pack. So i lied, again.

When a rogue threatens the kingdom, what is a runt to do? Ever, a runt and tracker for her pack, gets the opportunity of her life when the king comes to her pack, recruiting warriors and trackers alike. She takes her chance to get out of her birth pack and prove her worth to her kingdom. She gets to discover what it means to be a tracker, a runt, and she gets to find out what it means when she lets others in. Azrael, Lead Rogue Hunter and nephew to the king, knows that he's a vital part to his pack and to the kingdom, but he just doesn't know where his life is going. Traveling with his uncle to the closest allied packs, he catches sight of the one wolf who may make him realize who and what he's supposed to be. * I can still scent the wolf and the smell of evergreens and the fresh air around me becomes stronger. But that doesn't make sense, though. The air can't suddenly become stronger unless... /The wolf from earlier!/ The one I keep smelling. I push myself as I sprint forward. I pass many wolves and I doubt any of them can sense me until I've already passed them. I follow the stronger scent of the wolf and the pack scent on him makes it easier for me when his personal scent conflicts with the forest around me. My eyes flicker back and forth quickly as I take in my surroundings but I can't find who the scent belongs to. My pace slows down as his stronger scent fades and I circle around a little to try and pick it up but it doesn't . A growl rumbles through my chest as the wolf evades me again. I'm used to always being able to find the wolf I'm hunting and to keep losing this wolf's scent is making me crazy. /How does he keep escaping me?/ *The image that I have used for the cover is credited to Balaa on DeviantArt!*

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.